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SEP 21 1922 



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TO THE WORLD 

To them who love, to them who love and 
are not loved, to them who love not, and 
to them who love the God consciousness. 



UNSEEN CONFIDENCE 

Behold, I stand on the threshold of the 

future, 
Unconquered, undismayed, 
Deprived of human affection. 
I lift my eyes to the stars. 
Fathomless, mysterious, they are 
God rules the plan of their existence. 
Satisfied, content to know I am 
Of more value than matter whirling thru 

space. 
Steady, true to their course they run. 



One 



HEARTACHE 

TO DENIS 

Dear Hearty I miss you so, 

And everywhere I go 

Phantoms of the past fly by. 

From within the shadowy recess 

Of my soul they come. 

Many I would hold in ecstasy; 

On others I would close the door. 

My Heart, the years are long; 

I listen for your whistle and your song. 

I call, no vibrant answer comes — 

'Tis but the echo of my voice. 



Two 



SILHOUETTE 

In the sky line of my heart 
Thou art silhouetted strong and clear, 
And the fragrance of my love 
Brings thy presence near. 

It is not a black silhouette, 
But one which gleams with ruddy glow, 
Lighting up the shadowy places 
Your dear love of long ago. 



Three 



INDIFFERENCE 

Love is like the wind, it bloweth where it 

listeth ! 
Love, thou art evanescent sweetness. 
The wind doth caress my tresses; 
I care not from whence it comes or whither 

it goeth; 
It wafts thru honeysuckle vine 
And brings me sweetness. 
Love strums thru the heart strings 
Is like the wind, — bloweth where it listeth ! 
I care not from whence it comes or whither 

it goeth, 
Love brings me sweetness ! 



Four 



CARNATIONS 

Pink carnations do my table grace, 
And dainty maidenhair like lace 
Is no more delicate and fine 
Than the kindly thought 
\Vhich made them mine. 



Five 



TO MY SON 

My son, when sore beset, and things go 

wrong, 
Seek nature's soft caress — j^ou will grow 

strong. 
Repose will manifest, and you at ease 

will be. 
From dell, the river's brink or sea, 
You will return, refreshed, rejoicing, and 

so free. 



Six 



CHAFF 

What is chaff to the wheat, 

When it is blown away ? 

You are to me this day 

The wheat falls into goodly soil 

Bringeth forth a harvest rich, 

The chaff ? It is only chaff today ! 



Seven 



TWO VEILS 

Bridal veil, sweet fragrant flowers fill the 

air, 
A heavenly blush adorns her cheek, 
Love and harmony prevail. 
Within a year or two, or less. 
Those fragrant flowers have turned to 

thorns — 
The maiden crushed and all forlorn. 
Takes the veil ! 



Eight 



RIVEN 

Scorned, ignored, flung aside 
As a woman toying with a flower 
Inhales the sweetness of the blossom. 
She laughs — a leaf is scattered here and 

there. 
Thoughtlessly she tears each petal free. 
Does she forget that even flowers 
Feel the pain of being wrenched apart? 

And you ? Yesterday you were my friend — 
Today you are not ! And like the flower 
I feel the smart and hurt. 
Why, I gave you the fragrance of my 

heart ! 
Another link in friendship's chain is riven. 

Again I ask the Wisdom of it all. 

Behind the scenes is One who directs and 

guides — 
He is God, and Omnipresent Good, 
And I must silent be and wait. 
I cannot escape the way, it is so clear. 
He only asks me to abide, be still and I 

shall hear — 
" 'Tis I, be not afraid, I am thy friend. 
Be of good cheer !" 



Nine 



COMFORT 

Wounds of the soul ! 

Would that I might lay my hands on thee. 

To sooth in silence 

The smart of thy aching heart. 

Oh, soul be still ! 

'Tis but birth into greater life; 

Patient thou must be 

Until there comes to thee Light. 

Falter not ! 

Thou hast not followed a trackless waste; 

But, turning, 

Thou canst look back and see, 

Aye, even 

As one who stumbles in the dark and falls, 

Rises again. 

And superhuman effort makes 

To find the path 

That is firm and sure for thy uncertain 

feet. 
Oh Soul! 

Tliy tears, regrets, and thy despair 
Were but the prodding of the Spirit fair 
To know thou wert chained to sensuous 

things. 
Doubt it not. 

A veil was drawn across thy face; 
Torn asunder 

Thou couldst see that Glorious Figure. 
Free! 

No longer nailed upon the cross 
Of agony. 

But pure, compassionate for all humanity. 
Oh, soul ! 

Be still ! And thou wilt surely know 
He is within ! 

Ten 



TO FLORA 

Oh^ immortelles ! let me see in thy wisp of 

a cup 
Some sweet fragrance of immortality ! 
In thy dress of purple let me feel strength, 

power, 
To know e'en now it is God's hour. 



Eleven 



TO D. E. D. 

I love you, my Sweet. 

God ordained that we should meet; 

I am blessed in thy love, 

A messenger from God above. 

Lovest thou me as I love thee ? 

Hold thou my hand so I may see ; 

Clasp me with embrace sweet and warm, 

On your breast to rest, safe from harm. 

Oh, the beauty of love that is pure. 

The wisdom of knowing, being sure 

Thy love for me an eternal fire. 

From a gracious heart doth it spring — 

An affection, which like the stars do shine. 

Dimming their radiance, this love of mine ! 



Twelve 



THE SCARLET CROSS 

A cross I wear upon my breast 
That all the world may see 

Another cross emblazoned there, 
And none may see but me. 

A scarlet cross, a fiery cross, 
One that burns and sears; 

Symbol of love, of loss. 
Of yearning, and of tears. 

A Mary Magdalene am I, 
And none may know but me ; 

In my heart I feel the bands 
Which souls permit to be. 

Society yet looks askance 
On those who love too well. 

Will only frown, nor give a glance 
On Mary Magdalene who fell. 

Christ forgave the erring one 
As at His feet she knelt. 

Compassionate, Oh, radiant Son, 
And every tear thou felt ! 

From the world I hide my cross. 
And none may know but me, 

I count it gain and not a loss. 
My tender love for thee. 

Perchance my sorrow and my loss 

Will thus awaken me, 
To look for gold and not the dross 

In every heart I see. 



Thirteen 



MY HEART 

TO D. E. D. 

My heart lays in the West, dear, 
Over a bit of blue; 
The sun sinks in the West, dear. 
And I am as far from you 
As the rosy clouds that glow, dear, 
When the evening shadows fall. 
Your hand I cannot touch, dear. 
It is beyond a bit of blue; 
Only one comfort I have, dear: 
My thoughts are like a bird 
Winging their way to you, dear, 
To fill your soul with Light. 
Nothing can stay the thought, dear, 
Which springs from the heart of love; 
It travels faster than light, dear, 
Across a bit of blue. 



Fourteen 



YEARNING 

Dear Heart, I yearn, I yearn for thee, 
As the robin yearns to build her nest in 

spring 
With bits of cotton twine and string ; 
From impulse born within she heeds the 

call. 
And to her mate she sings. 

Dear Heart, I yearn, I yearn for thee. 
Wild, insistent is the call ; 
Can love acknowledge, see its face 
And turn its back on me? 

Dear Heart, I yearn, I yearn for thee. 
The seed within the silence of the ground 
Yearns by a law Divine to flower. 
To lift its face to friendly showers. 

Dear Heart, I yearn, I yearn for thee. 
The raindrop yearns to cool the parched 

earth ; 
So by the law it falls. 
Stirring into life the dormant things. 
A robin I would be in spring. 
As to her mate she sings; 
He warbles in return the answering call, 
And soon he is on the wing. 

And, like the seed witliin your heart, 
Silent, restful, nestling there; 
In thy embracing love I long to flower, 
And make thy heart a fairy bower ! 

Fifteen 



IN MY GARDEN IS A ROSE 

In my garden today I gathered a rose, 
It had a thorn, it pierced my flesh, 
And yet I wore the rose upon my breast ! 
In the garden of love I gathered a rose, 

The red, red rose of love. 

The red, red, rose of love; 
It had a thorn, it pierced my heart. 
And yet I wear the red, red rose of love! 



Sixteen 



BENEFICENT LOVE 

And will you love again ? Why love ? 

It bringeth pain, 

Yet unravels mysteries of the Soul, 

By whicli you gain 

Knowledge of the inner self. 

It saves the Soul from pelf and petty 

things. 
Loving one, you grow, until. 
Like the flower, unfolding 'neath the sun 
Your love embraces all in One. 



Seventeen 



DOST KNOW? 

Dost know, dost know the pain and anguish 

I've endured? 

Dost know the sobbing heart 

When I to thee a truth impart? 

I can see the Master's footsteps, 

As the thorny path He trod 

Alone, forsaken, and forgotten. 

As He wove a plan of God. 

I can feel the Master's heartache. 

As they scoffed, reviled, and cursed. 

I can hear Him speaking gently, 

"Be thou blest. Oh child of Earth!" 



Eighteen 



RIGHTEOUSNESS 

Give me a heart like a lake, 
Which is tranquil, a crystal, and pure; 
Give me a heart like a pine 
Which whispers to Life, and is sweet; 
Give me a heart like the sun. 
Which ripens wheat on a Summer's day ; 
Yes, give me a heart that is cool. 
Like the spring which homes in forest 
deep! 



nineteen 



FORGIVENESS 

Rape! My garments of white are from 

me flung! 
You have polluted ray body, caressed my 

breast, 
Embraced with kisses wet upon my face, 
Reserved for him whom I love best. 
Desecrating honor which woman holds 

dear. 
You have tread upon virgin soil. 
To which you had no claim at all ; 
Oh, Soul, upon this sacred ground you 

have sown seeds — 
Which will yield weeds ! 
You heeded not the call of love, but raped ! 
Know you not in your soul is virgin seed, 
Destined by God to fill a mighty need ? 

My soul is untarnished still. 
My garments of white I sweep over thee, 
Pray the grace of God you will receive 
That you may have what you would take 
from me. 



Twenty 



SECURITY 

Winding in and out. Life's river flows, 
New scenes unfold as we sweep along the 

way; 
An eddying current may carry me far from 

shore, 
Battered, bruised, and bleeding I strike 

the rocks; 
One who knows when sparrows fall 
Will lift me again on the way 
To a brighter, happier, more heavenly day. 



Twenty-one 



BREADTH 

Make me as broad^ and clean^ and free as 

the sea; 
Give me expanse of mind as far and wide 
As the infinite above^ and from the eartl^ 

below. 
To know God's truth which gives map 

liberty ; 
Let me not be wind-tossed^ nor wavered 

like the sea^, 
But, like the calm without, a wavelet seeji. 
The waters flow and touch all lands 
By which man travels and seeks to know 
Knowledge of our earth on which we swing. 
Keep me sweet and clean, just like the §ea, 
Forever moving on, a blessing to mankind. 



Twenty-two 



ODE TO THE SUN 

I love God's radiant smiling orb, 

I love the warmth and glow it gives 

To all that thinks and breathes and lives; 

I love the dark, for when one knows 

Within the dark is Light of Lights, 

One has no fear when setting sun 

Sinks in the West. 



Twenty-three 



FROM THE PAST 

What hast thou done, friend, in the ancient 

past? 
What hast thou spoken — thou art silent 

now: 

Bitter, unforgiving words, or liast thou 

lied, 
Betrayed a trust, or cursed instead of 

blessed ? 
Now thou dost speak with nimble fingers 

only. 
Or with expressive eyes tell what thou 

wouldst say. 
Friend! What hast thou done that thou 

art dumb? 



Twenty-four 



DAILY GRACE 

Dear God^ teach me thy grace to see, 

Open my heart to charity ; 

Let me compassion show 

To every ill that mind can know. 

Let me be no longer blind 
To the suffering of mankind. 
May I speak the tender Word 
Which will help their loins to gird. 

Give them strength to win the race. 
Again their courage thus to brace, 
Onward then with step so firm 
That they Life's lessons learn. 



Twenty-five 



OH, WHERE? 

Oh, little bird, thou art building a nest, 

All delightful and warm, 

Fledglings liovered by mother bird's wing 

And none need have a care. 

Oh, little bird, my nest is gone. 

Oh, where, Oh, where ? 

And like the fledgling I must fly 

Just to try my wings. 

They flutter, waver, and tremble, too, 

But I must make the flight, 

Until strong and powerful I must grow 

In independent might. 



Twenty-six 



SURCEASE FROM SORROW 

Let go, let go, of everything 
Which only pain and sorrow bring. 
Open wide the door to every joy 
Holy pure without alloy. 

Dry those tears which rend the heart, 
Healing to the God imparts ; 
Into your soul comes sweet relief, 
Sorrow's day will then be brief. 



Twenty-seven 



BETWEEN 

Someone must be brave, 

With the coming and going of souls; 

Someone must be brave, 

Someone must wear a cheerful smile, 

Although the heart may mourn. 

Someone must stand with steady feet. 

Although the road be worn. 

To be like the oak in the storm of life 

And not like a sapling bent. 

This is the duty of every man 

When he of God is born. 



Twenty-eight 



TEARDROP 

Only a teardrop ! 

Only a sigh from an anguished heart, 

Only a bit of gladness 

And then a world of pain; 

Only a prayer to the Father 

For strength to bear the strain. 



Twenty-nine 



A TOY BALLOON AND I 

A red balloon sailing to the sky, 

A toy balloon, released from childish 

hands, 
Tipping, lilting toward a sky of blue; 
And, as it gaily makes its flight. 
So, too, I see my soul set free — 
Soaring toward the azure blue; 
It looks above — it looks below. 
Soars high ! And finds 
Freedom in new spheres of thot. 



Thirty 



TO A BABE 

Ohj babe, old, old art thine eyes ! 

In thy appealing look, thou dost carry 

Memories fraught with pain. 

Thou dost look with sadness 

Upon a world which should be fair. 

White is thy flesh as flowers in bud. 

Yet lacking freshness of infancy. 

Oh, babe, in thy questioning eyes 

Are shades of Autumn written ! 

As of raindrops falling upon withered 

leaves. 
And of moaning winds sighing in the pines. 
Babe, did'st thou linger coming 
To this vale of tears ? 



Thirty-one 



"ECHO" 

Love^ I said, — "Love/' said Echo, loud 

and clear, 
Vibrating with lingering sweetness 
Through the atmosphere. 
Love, I said, — "Love," said Echo with 

fleeting swiftness 
Muted, with lingering sweetness 
Through the atmosphere. 
Love, I said, — "Love," whispered Echo 

faint and clear. 
Vibrating with lingering sweetness 
Through drowsy atmosphere. 



Thirty-two 



THE JOY OF LIFE 

TO THE WORLD 

There is no room in my heart for tears, 
Lord, 

No room in my heart today; 
Just the joy of living, Lord, 

And from the tears I turn away. 

My home is on the mountain. Lord, 
And my eyes sweep the valley below 

To the weary and worn pilgrims, Lord, 
And the distance they must go. 

In my eyes there is a Light, Lord, 

Which beameth from afar; 
It is the little Light they see. Lord, 

Which will guide them to thy Star ! 



Thirty-three 



WE TWO 

Estranged hearts wandering in bewilder- 
ment and pain, 

Amidst questioning, contending, doubting, 
that. 

In subterraneous passages of the soul, 
seeking in vain. 

Weighing, balancing, analyzing, until there 
came 

LIGHT ! 

And out of darkness come hearts no longer 
tortured. 

But, having learned what darkness, grop- 
ing, meant. 

Is filled with understanding for other souls 
with thoughts abortive. 

Kindly cheer flowed in a steady stream 
and comi3assion lent! 



Thirty-four 



PEARLS 

I twist the pearls upon a silken thread. 
Oh lustrous gems gathered from the ocean 

bed. 
They are so fair, that in their dreamy 

glow 
Reflect every passing shade and color on 

the earth below. 
From the sky above they catch a hint of 

azure blue, 
And in each pearl I find a sun of golden 

hue. 
Ever-changing images at best, 
'Tis so, ev'n with dreamy pearls at rest. 
And thoughts are precious pearls of every 

mind. 
Reflecting lights and shadows of their kind. 



Thirty- five 



RESURRECTION 

Resurrect me^ Lord;, from a love which is 

dead! 
Resurrect me^ Lord;, from loving again ! 
My heart leaps like the doe escaping the 

chase. 
Spread o'er my soul the wings of a dove 
As folded they are when she settles to 

rest. 
Grant me, Oh, Lord, the Peace of the 

Christ, 
Soul of Divinity and one without strife. 
Let me no more walk the echo-filled halls, 
Where resounds the memories of years 

long past. 
Let me not grieve after love that is lost; 
I turn me about to face Christ and the 

Cross ! 



Thirty-six 



TO MY FATHER 

A passionate lover of his fellow man, 
zealous for the good and betterment of the 
race. 

No call, however feeble, by man or 
beast in distress, went unheard. 

A great lover of knowledge for all peo- 
ples, without discrimination. 

The simplicity of his life — free, unaf- 
fected, sincere — brought a bit of God's 
Kingdom on earth. 

Yes, he loves his fellowman. 



Thirty-seven 



TO MY MOTHER 

An angel who assumed the habiliments 
of flesh. 



Thirty -eight 



"I will not leave thee Comfortless," saith 
the Lord. 

When in grief I have opened my soul 
to the music of the spheres, to the harmo- 
nious melody of sounds, and to the Light 
of the Infinite Mind. 

"I will come again and receive you unto 
Myself." 



Thirty-nine 



i.»'««V OF CONGRESS 




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